In an interview after practice a few weeks ago, Stephen Garcia told the media that he was going to be smarter. He was going to “eat, sleep, drink, dream about football.”
He cut off his luscious locks, shaved up, and straightened his act … for almost a week. And what do you know? Our love-to-hate QB fudged up again.
Well, we are at the end of another national championship. Finally. Honestly, this year’s lead-up was perhaps THE most annoying of all time. Besides the fact that my bracket was more embarrassing than Kentucky’s loss (ha-ha), the whole tournament created pissed-off friends and clueless non-basketball fans. Don’t take this the wrong way — I obviously love basketball. But there are a few things I could do without for the next tournament:
But seriously, that’s all we do. Oh yeah, and we beat No. 1 teams. It’s a great day to be a Gamecock.
Screw that — it’s a great year to be a G-cock.
I’m referencing the recent baseball win over Florida, in case you didn’t know … but you should. Again, I honestly wondered if beating a No. 1 team made us No. 1, as we rightfully should be, but it does not.
“Ooh he is cute.”
“No, he is mine…you can have him if I can have the other guy.”
We’ve all been there. I mean…all girls have been there. Trading cute players here and there, stalking out our favorites, creating our fantasy team (or fantasy relationship). Think I sound creepy? Well it’s real life. And we do it. Every game.
The paparazzi-stalked, social media-using “celebrity.”
Since athletes became “famous” many years ago, we have worshipped their every move. You may be saying, “Speak for yourself,” but consider this.
To be honest, my sporting knowledge falls short when it comes to baseball. Don’t get me wrong. I love the sport. I've just never understood the game.
It’s the anticipated day. The day of all days. The day that could potentially determine our fate. So … does he love us or love us not?
No, I’m not talking about Valentine’s Day.
I’m talking about Jadeveon Clowney’s birthday … and the day he picks the school he will grace with his talented presence. His official visits are passed and gone, and his decision is probably already made.
Don’t get me wrong — I do love the Super Bowl. But after stuffing my face and cheering for teams that I never care about (except when the Panthers went — ha!), it gets kind of old.
So unless Reggie Bush runs his beautiful body onto the field or Janet Jackson loses her top (both of which will not happen this year), then I’m not invested. And if you’re participating in Super Bowl activities that don’t include watching the game, then I assume you aren’t either.
So if you’re not a Packers, Steelers or Super Bowl fan in general, here are a few ways to pretend you watched (and enjoyed) the misery they call the biggest game of the year.